Assignment: Poem

Ah Alcohol

Ah alcohol. How it is it should stumble upon me when the morbid blanket presents itself. How it opens my mind and the gate that stores all doubt and bequeathed iniquity. Bestowed by that of the pernicious. Ephemeral happiness does present itself – short lived as maybe. Presently I can distance myself from life. I look to the warm blue sky adorned with broken cloud. I make my acquaintance with what should matter: life in its purest state. The cold breeze caresses my now warm skin enhancing the warmth within. In this state tears are joy and pain becomes unknown.

I am alone. Loneliness finds serenity and abandons that which makes me sad.

Time will tell.

Assignment: Poem

Is drinking bad for you? Is it a question to be answered whilst partaking in the ritual of inducing oneself with superfluous amounts of nefarious liquid. The nefarious liquid often referred to as Alcohol. Yes - alcohol, aka - the sustenance of life for those that cannot truly appreciate reality. Reality is easier to deal with in a world where all sense of awareness is subdued by the fruits of amber nectar: ah, alocohol. It does allow a heart to remould to its former healthy state. The blood flows richer, the heart beats slower and the warm blood it creates invigorates a sullen soul. But in the cold light of day the apparent warmth captured by blood is no more than poison - a poison that carries itslelf to the mind in a bid to shorten longevity of existence. Let sleep be the longevity of existence. Let longevity of existence be reality so as to inspire sleep by perpetutity. Alcohol: a transient account of escapism. It makes me smile when I am sad, it makes me cry when I am sad and it makes me mad when I am sad - but it never lets me see what I should see - just blinds me. Never lets me hear what I should hear - just deafens me. At the end of the day - I LIKE IT!

Assignment: Short story

Chip on his shoulder. This is a short story about a guy who is unable to view any media types for he has a condition that disallows this function. Strangely, he has full sight and hearing and his faculties are intact. Why is it he cannot participate in the media celebration?

Assignment: Review

Have you ever wondered if heaven could be a place on Earth? Ever looked up at the stars and called out to the lord above 'oh, allow me into heaven, oh, father! Could Dante Alighieri have been inspired for his chapter in his Divine Comedy, Paridiso, by this God giving place? Forget travel brochures, forget Beverly Hills - forget heaven because heaven is a place on Earth...It's sunny Jaywick!!!

Yes, this is the place to take the one you love. Imagine looking out across the cold and murky shores as the biting breeze niggles away at your timid ears: ears that have been damaged by the incessant thumping music from neighbors. But wait just a minute! This music does not emanate from any contemporary source, such as a stereo! No, no, no - this music is made from dustbin lids and beer cans being banged away with sticks and inert pens. If you’re a shopper, then this is paradise because right next door to your new home you can purchase a variety of fashion items, such as second hand dresses and shoes. For the younger generation perhaps a flea bitten teddy bear might suffice and if your in need of some well earned R&R, then look no further than the local public house the 'never say die'!


Hmmm..tempting eh? So come on everyone, book now for some hard earned fun!!!

Assignment:

This is a web site I created back in 2003: http://homepage.ntlworld.com./paul.sarrington/index.html. It really is awful, in fact, so awful it is funny. The rhymes on it are somewhat amusing too. I made it during a bad relationship and found it quite therapeutic. Strangely, the girl I was seeing at the time suspected it was about her and found it not only amusing - but complimentary. Weirdo!!

Assignment: Short story

This is a true story depicting a period that transpired whilst serving in the armed forces. The story begins from from a recent event when partaking in a poerty recital, and returns back to a period that was fuelled with fear and doubt. Yet, through defiance I came through to endure a more positive challenge that has proved to be of a huge help with my life...university. It was a difficult piece to produce: I shouldn't Be Here

Assignment:

This is my two attempts at producing a poem and a short story from two postings on 'postsecret.com'. The poem is called 'far out'













and the story is 'I used to think being pregnant meant that somebody loved you'

Assigment: Work not meant to be digested on the web

Shawn is a chef on the edge; a bit of a misanthropist and a pessimist. Whilst working in an environment contrary to his apathetic condition, he encounters a variety of individuals at a care home for the aged of whom frustrate his malignant and neurotic - and by occasion - psychotic condition: Nursing script

Assignmet: Web Content

This is my attempt ay hypertext fiction: http://kayvernons.blogspot.com/2006/03/kay-vernons-bid-for-global-destruction.html .I had problems uploading images which I hope that I can resolve in class